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Are you happy?

“Most people are as happy as they make up their minds to be.”

Abraham Lincoln

ChooseToBeHappy

I have learned over the years that the key to my good life is the tranquility that comes from choosing to be happy. I know it is not always easy since we are often challenged by what goes on around us and what goes on within us. But I have learned it can be done if we focus on what is really meaningful as we travel on our life journey. Recently I stumbled across an article on the Inspired Personal Development blog that I find worthy, here in part is what it included.

Your Key to Happiness is Unique to You

Where should you start looking for your key to happiness? Lot’s of people look outside of themselves in their pursuit of happiness:

  • material possessions; cars, property, clothes
  • relationships; the perfect partner, children
  • status; job titles, educational titles

These things might add to your happiness, but they are ‘conditional’ things. It’s like saying if I have A, then I’ll be happy, otherwise I’ll be unhappy. You don’t want to rely on things to make you happy, YOU want to make you happy. People that begin their pursuit of happiness by acquiring things outside of themselves, are missing the key to authentic happiness. Things may complement true keys to happiness, but we need to build our happiness foundation on interior qualities of greater substance.

Deciding to be happy and learning how to be happy requires some application on your part. We are who we are partly because of the habits we have ingrained in our thoughts and actions. Change requires new ways of thinking and acting. It’s similar to a habit of always traveling a certain road to work.

Change requires:

  • a reason to take a new route
  • learning alternative roads to get you to your destination
  • traveling the new roads
  • seeing benefits in the new direction
  • rewarding yourself for the new direction
  • continuing to travel the new roads

You will have to take steps that the masses are not yet prepared to take. It’s up to you to identify your key to happiness, and then to decide to use it. And… it can be done!

Finding your key to happiness is a side effect of your holistic personal development.

Your subconscious must be supporting your conscious desires. If you have old habitual ways of thinking that are whispering negative thoughts into the quiet recesses of your mind, you must address them. Befriend them, find out how and why they served you in the past, and notify them that they are no longer needed. Think empowering thoughts on all levels of your being.

Follow your passion, follow your heart… let your life be about what you love doing. This is your gift. Opening it gives you joy and fulfillment, and it adds your bright colors to the world.

Identify your life purpose, and live it. When you recognize a purpose as worthy, you recognize a way to bring happiness. Sharing it enriches you and all those you touch.

Build your relationship with the creative life force that birthed you, through personal spiritual development. You may call it god, spirit, the divine, life energy, source. This is a personal connection… the communication comes into you and goes out from you.

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“It requires some effort to achieve a happy outlook on life, and most people don’t make it. Most people take the path of least resistance. Far too many people today don’t take the steps to make their life a more fulfilling one.”

Greg Easterbrook

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Chuckie and Mike were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track. All of a sudden, the Game Warden jumped out of the bushes. Immediately, Chuckie threw his rod down and started running through the woods as fast as he could. The Game Warden was hot on his heels.

After about a half mile, the young man stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath, so the Game Warden finally caught up to him. “Let’s see yer fishin’ license, Boy!” the Warden gasped.

With that, Chuckie pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden a valid fishing license. “Well, son,” said the Game Warden, “You must be about as dumb as a box of rocks! You don’t have to run from me if you have a valid license!”

“Yes, sir,” replied the young guy. “But my buddy back there, well, he don’t have one.”

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This is an elegant hotel! Room service has an unlisted number.

Henny Youngman

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Remember when eating out was a relaxing experience?  Someone else cooked for you, served you and cleaned up after you. All you had to do was chew, swallow and pay. No longer, though. Today, you feel like a laboratory rat who has to struggle through a maze every time it wants a chunk of cheese:

“Good evening,” the maitre d’ said. “Table for four?” “Yes, Thank you.”

“Smoking or non?” “Non smoking.”

“Would you prefer to dine indoors or outdoors this evening?” “I guess indoors would be good.”

“Very well, sir,” he said. “Would you like to be seated in the main dining room, the enclosed patio, or our lovely solarium?” “Uh, let me see…uh…” “I can give you a table with a lovely view in our lovely solarium.” “I think the solarium would be lovely,” I said. We followed him there… “Now, would you prefer a view overlooking the golf course, the sunset on the lake or the majestic mountains to the West?”

“Whatever you recommend,” I said. Let HIM make a decision for a change, I thought. He sat us by a window facing the golf course, lake or mountains.  I couldn’t tell which because it was dark outside.

Then, a young man, better dressed and better looking than any of us, presented himself at our table… “Good evening, my name is Paul, and I’ll be your waiter this evening. Would you like a few minutes before I take your order?”

“No,” I said. “I’m just a meat-and-potatoes guy, so I’ll have the filet mignon and a baked potato.” “Soup, or salad?” “Salad.” “We have a mixed-green salad, hearts of palm, or a very fine endive salad with baby shrimp.” “Just a mixed-green salad, okay?”

“Whatever you say, sir. Dressing?” I didn’t want to make another decision… “Whatever you’ve got will be fine.” “We have Creamy Italian, Blue Cheese, Vinaigrette, Thousand Island, Honey Dijon and Ranch.”

“Just bring me one. Surprise me.” “Creamy Italian is our house specialty. Would that be all right, sir?”

“Yeah.” I was curt. I was done with civility. “And for your baked potato?” I knew what was coming!

“I just want the baked potato dry, you understand? I don’t want anything on it.” “No butter? No sour cream?” “No.” “No chives? No bacon chips ? ”

“No! Don’t you understand English? I don’t want anything on it. Just bring me a baked potato and a steak.” “Would you prefer the six, eight, or 12-ounce steak, sir?” “Whatever.” “Would you like that rare, medium rare, medium, medium well or well done? Or, if you prefer, we can butterfly it for you.”

“Pauly Boy,” I said, “you are really starting to get me steamed.” “Which brings up the vegetables, sir. Would you like steamed broccoli, creamed corn, sautéed zucchini, or diced carrots?”

That did it. I threw my napkin to the floor, stood up, put my face right in his arrogant kisser and said, “How’d you like to settle this outside?” “Fine with me, sir. Would you prefer the parking lot, the side alley or the street in front of the restaurant?” “I prefer right here.” Then I sucker-punched him: he ducked, then countered with a left hook right under my eye.  It was the first time all night he hadn’t offered me a selection.

I colapsed semiconscious into my chair, as someone in authority rushed over and berated Pauly.

I felt my tie being loosened, my collar unbuttoned, hands slapping my face. When I regained my senses, I saw the very concerned maitre d’ right in front of my nose. He apologized and offered to buy me a drink, call the paramedics, whatever I wanted. “No, no,” I said. “I’ll be all right. Just bring me a glass of water.” “Yes, sir, right away,” he said. “Would you prefer imported mineral water, sparkling water, or club soda with a wedge of lime?

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Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.

Marcus Aurelius

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Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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